A Bounty Hunter's Bundle

Valkyrie's Break Down.

After the fight, after the encounter with the king, Lincoln couldn't find Valkyrie. It chilled him, and he searched all day long, even going back to the inn numerous times. Finally he picked out a massive footprint--to big to be anyone else's but the warriors--and hastily tore into a run, in the direction it was pointing in. Sure enough he found other indications it was Valkyrie, because there would be little dibbits, in the ground indicating crutches.

Outside the walls of the smoking city, he found Valkyrie sitting on a grassy hill, staring into the sea. Lincoln approached, softly, "Valk? Valk are you okay?"

Ice cold blue eyes met his, "You are mine and you need to understand that. I should never have let you have so much power. You suppose to be the submissive mate. Suppose to bow to me."

"Valkyrie what are you talking about?" Lincoln snarled, and the warrior shot to unsteady feet to tower over him.

"I heard what you said and agreed with, with the king!" The warrior shoved a brutal finger against Lincoln's muscled chest. The Bounty Hunter froze, caught in the flaming ice cold rage of Valkyrie's blue eyes. "And I won't let you! I am your superior, your dominate mate! I'm suppose to protect you! Keep you save not let you sign away you're body, to keep me and our unborn babies safe!"

"There is no other option!" Lincoln screamed back, and the massive warrior--who instantly became nothing other than the mysterious death incarnate himself again--leaned down and shoved his face against Lincoln's. His breath was hot, but it wasn't in an act of love. It was in an act of dominance, and Lincoln instantly shoved him back and away. The warrior stumbled because of his bad leg, but instantly rightened himself.

"Don't you dare think you are going to bully me! I did what I had to! I did what I had to! WHAT I HAD TO!" Lincoln panted in anger, "I am keeping you, and our precious babies safe!"

"I am your mate! You are my only love! How can you just do that to me!"

"I had no other option," Lincoln whimpered, making his eyes grow wide, and screwing up his face. The tears that threatened to spill were not forced though. The horror had set in. "If I killed Katarin this country would be launched into chaos."

"We would be gone, long gone."

"But I can't...I can't leave...this country is as much as a part of me as I am of it. It's my pride and joy, and I can't....can't leave," Lincoln choked out. He didn't understand why this pathetic land had always held him here, always chained him in from exploring the world, he just knew it did and he couldn't leave--not for long anyway.

"Well you're going to, we are going far far away," Valkyrie grabbed the Bounty Hunter's slender lean wrist in an iron grip, "We are getting on that ship, now and from here on out, you don't make the choices. You are my submissive mate, and you better start acting like it. Start acting like a mother, and doing what's best for your family."

Lincoln bared his teeth, "Let go, now." Valkyrie shook his head, and tightened his grip. Stupid move. In seconds the massive warrior had been pummeled to the ground, and gave a groan. Lincoln snarled viciously, "You might think you are the dominate one, and you might be but I bow to no one!" Only after seeing the massive warrior start to sob, did Lincoln frown and let go. He understood his mate's strange behavior now. He was marked as Valkyrie's, and the warrior was afraid. Afraid he would lose Lincoln. Ashamed he couldn't provide for his family. Terrified he would lose his family to the king.

Valkyrie didn't have to apologize, in his frugal wails, and attempt to reach out and hold Lincoln's hand it was self explanatory. Lincoln flopped down on the grass with a heavy sigh, and put his head in his hands. He was pulled down though by his massive mate, and Valkyrie wrapped his body around Lincolns, and just held him for dear life. The Bounty Hunter didn't fight the warrior's tight grasp, nor push the broken man away, when his massive hands wrapped around Lincoln's plump abdomen.

"You're okay, Valkyrie...." Lincoln hissed, placing his hand on his mates. Never had he seen the warrior cry. It was terribly daunting. "We will be okay. I love you, and you love me. We are mates and nothing will separate us."

The warrior's damp face was nuzzled into the back of Lincoln's neck, "This is why I love you...." he choked, "You are so strong."